Monday, June 6, 2011

I'm pretty sure... I think....

I always love the nights I get to drive my son's girlfriend home.

I'm not sure if he's caught on to my devious plan or not, but I always use the quiet ride home to engage him in conversation.

Usually the conversations turn towards vampire invasions and his thoughts on nuclear war.

But not tonight.

Tonight we had a nice long talk about his future, what it might look like and how he might go about getting that done.

He hates these conversations just about as much as I do.

It totally goes against my 'Live in the Moment' mantra.

Frankly, I'd be happy if he were 4 again.  Happily playing with his Lego's and announcing to us that he would one day work for the Lego company designing projects.

But he's not 4, he's 17.  And in 2 years he'll be off to college to do God only knows what.  And that 2 years are going to fly by like nobody's business!

I carefully balanced the conversation between asking him questions and explaining what 'real life' will look like if certain steps aren't taken shortly.

I wish society didn't need kids to be ready at 18 to make the life decision of 'what to do when I grow up'.  Heck, I'm teetering on 39 and even I don't know what I want to be when I grow up!

I'm 99.9% sure that everything is going to be fine.  It has to be.  And if it isn't, then that's just the way it is.

I'd feel better if I could take a look into a crystal ball, just to be sure.

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